Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.